Friday, September 17, 2010
Between Sky and Sea.
There is a space between water and sky where we are neither swimming nor flying. We are neither floating nor soaring.
In these places we walk.
Our feet touch the earth and, if we are wise, we walk with footsteps that are aware of the purposefulness of their treading upon the ground. In this space between above and beneath we are apt to meet other creatures. For you see it is the gathering place for those who would fly and those who would swim. And if we walk with time enough to sit, and sit with time enough to listen, we may open our ears to stories of what is beneath the waves and what is above the clouds. We may learn that we have something to give and something to take away.
For the fringe of society sit upon the sands. Lost sea lions, gulls with broken wings, star fish washed up on the shore. Those who breathe, take space or slip outside their own worlds for a time are found along the shore. As one of Gods creatures great and small this walking in the betwixt and between is the most important walking we may ever do. We too may join the Sand Sitters for awhile and come away changed. A gull who shared her story of flying, a sea lion that told of his passion for diving. And for those lost souls who may well have forgotten they can indeed fly or swim, we may be blessed enough to led them again to the edge of their blueness and watch them take their own journey home.
If there is a greater place to live than on the edges of what we know then I am not aware of it. To come together and walk or sit is the gift of living, the gift of loving and the human part of humanity.
There is a space between water and sky... in these places we walk.